Norris Burkes

Spirit Matters Columnist

About This Author

Norris Burkes is a syndicated columnist, national speaker and author of the book No Small Miracles. He is a retired chaplain for the Sacramento VA Hospital and the Air National Guard.

Articles by this author

Long Goodbye

Last month, before I was to speak at the Sacramento Rotary Club, my wife Becky asked, “Do you think you’ll ever fully retire?”

I answered, “Definitely! Mostly. Maybe?”

She asks because she knows I sometimes struggle to write this column, travel for speaking engagements and pastor a small church. It’s all rewarding, but a lot of work.

To explain my reticence, I simply say, “I’m just not sure of the best timing.”

Complaint Desk

Sometimes, I feel like the man who had enough with life’s difficulties and went to live in a monastery.

Once in the monastery, the man was instructed to speak only two words per year.

After his first year, he met with his abbot. His two words, “Bed hard.”

After his second year, he told his abbot, “Food bad.”

Finally, on his third year, he came to the abbot’s office and said, “I quit.”

Good Grief

I was 28 when the Air Force sent me to Air University at Maxwell Air Force Base in Montgomery, Alabama, to complete Chaplain Basic Training.

For three weeks, I was elbow-to-elbow with other young chaplain wannabes.

On my left sat the first of many chaplain priest friends. Yet from the beginning, Father Frank found me disturbing on two levels.

Penciled In

This summer I flew to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, to sharpen 1,492 pencils. A long trip for such a chore.

But readers of this column know I’m involved with the Chispa Project, which outfits libraries for children in Honduras. My daughter Sara Brakhane directs the project.

Those sharpened pencils were needed for Pedro Nufio Elementary School, home of Chispa’s 88th Honduran library.

Riding High

Disney theme parks introduced a new ride this year to replace the old Splash Mountain. The attraction—Tiana’s Bayou Adventure—opened in Florida and debuts in Anaheim this winter.

For me, the updated ride can never match the magic I felt on my first visit to Disneyland decades ago. I arrived with my church youth group, led by our volunteer leader, James Newman, known as JE.

As we waited for opening gates, JE suggested we voice a prayer of thanks. His prayer went something like this:
“Dear God, thank you for safe travel today and our wonderful youth group. But most of all thank you for putting Disneyland here just for us! Amen.”